It's been almost two years since my father and his wife bought a house in Italy. But this summer was my first visit to the yellow house on the hill. And it was magnificent. The view from the house is absolutely breathtaking, and I got a slice of the childhood feeling of spending summers in Italy. Mmm... Fresh bread and goat's cheese, fruits from the garden and that dry heat. It's so good.
How can you not love waking up to this and see the colours change with the daylight?
Mmmm, that cheese furthest down was addictive.
There were apricots and figs in the garden.
We spent nights playing cards and drinking wine on the terrace (while the mosquitos slowly ate us up....) - here, my brother is tired of waiting his turn, and my father has one of his epic laughing fits.
I only ventured into the little village once, but the houses there were beautiful.